Is it just me or does everything good in life feel like it's on a timer? Like, you finally get to that perfect, comfortable place, and then *poof* something shifts. The only constant is change, which is a total cliche, but also, like, the actual truth. How do you enjoy the moment when you know it's already fleeting? That's the real paradox.
Is it just me or does everything good in life feel like it's on a timer? Like, you finally get to that perfect, comfortable place, and then *poof* something shifts. The only constant is change, which is a total cliche, but also, like, the actual truth. How do you enjoy the moment when you know it's already fleeting? That's the real paradox.
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